Who Is The Real Winner? - Poem by shweta gulia
Life is like a racing track
Everyone is running without knowing the fact.
What do they want are the sure?
Without knowing they just want more and more.
Running fast to leave one behind
Are they really utilizing their mind?
For this race they have to be very strong
Because the race would go on for life long.
I want to know what do they need?
Is answer really the speed?
What would happen if some would collide.
They would end up all their life.
I think this race needs a pause
Nobody understands me they ask the cause.
They don't know what do they need themselves,
I think they need immediate help.
Who will be the winner than, you would wonder?
The real winner is the person who has not entered this blunder.
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